Ladies Man

The door opens and a calming breeze travels throughout the bar.
It snakes its way past the dozen or so women;
women waiting for one glimpse, one glimpse of the man
they know will bring them to their knees.
I’ve heard of the legend.
The man so irresistible one look is all it takes.

Two burly men come in first
Folding their arms across their chests.
Behind them in walks the man of the hour,
Strutting slowly past the ladies lined up on either side.
He doesn’t stop to give them even a glance
He walks to the bar and orders a martini, straight up.

“What”, I yell, jumping out of my seat.
“He has a face more suited for a barnyard.
His ears stick up like he’s looking for a signal.
I need napkins to wipe the grease out of his hair!”
By now everyone is staring at me.
The man himself calmly sips his drink.

Every voice inside my head tells me to stop.
I should just sit down now and pretend I didn’t speak.
I could quietly finish my beer and leave,
Letting the smoke floating in the bar
Hide me as I leave my mistake behind.
I can’t stop now.

“He’s as thin as a weather beaten grave stone.
His arms and legs are spider like,
Dangling off his body like those of a hallowed out puppet.
Am I the only one who sees this?
I am much more attractive, and intelligent.
I have a great sense of humor. Women should love me!”

I feel the judging eyes follow me as I leave.
I walk home alone.
What was I trying to prove?
All I can think about is Rebecca and how much I miss her.
I sit in my apartment in the dark, completely and utterly alone.